Gather 'round, the cosmos connoisseurs, for a rhythmic journey from red soil despair to solar-sated oblivion. This isn't your Earthly tango; our gravity-defying cha-cha is a step above the dust of political decay.
Ever dreamt of dancing on the dusty plains with the spirits of venerated Martian philosophers, pondering the futility of existence under a blood-red sunset? Join us, as we pirouette gracefully on the precipice of the endless void.
Tickets? Pffft. Bring a magic pebble or the equivalent value in lunar coins. The festival's currency is as intangible as our hopes and dreams.
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